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Friday, January 24, 2014

For Alexis and Alex life has been great. They have loving parents, great friends and live a life every teenager dreams. However, they are adopted and Alexis struggles with wanting to know who their real parents are and not wanting to hurt her adopted parents. Then, a stunning guy moves across the street from them. One who has a secret past and seems to know things about Alexis. One who does mysterious things and leads her to other mysterious persons. One who pushes her to discover her extraordinary birth family and the truth between mythology and religion.

EXCERPT

He laughs
at me like I have said the funniest joke in the world. I keep my face neutral,
not wanting to show any emotions while he finally collects himself. “You are amusing. Aren’t you afraid? Why do
you not fear me? Do you know what I have done to Kakabel? What I intend to do
to you?”

I shrug
my shoulders, wanting to appear as calm as possible. “I won’t be scared if I
tell myself there is nothing to fear. You cannot hurt me because I will tell
myself not to feel pain. I don’t know what you did to my art professor so I
won’t know what you will do to me.” I play him with words because I know he
won’t understand.

“Where
are your wings?” he demands, angry now because I’m not giving anything away.

“What
this?” I nod my chin to the necklace around my neck. He comes forward and yanks
it off my neck. “Hey, I like that,” I whine like a spoiled child.

“Malachi,”
he calls towards the other room. In a few seconds, Malachi is by his side. He
takes Cole’s wings that Cerviel hands him and studies it before laughing. “I
thought you would like that.” Malachi throws it on the floor and stomps on it.
“Go back to Samson,” Cerviel orders him. Malachi is gone in the blink of an
eye, leaving me alone with Cerviel again.

“That’s
my necklace.” I pout. “There’s no reason to treat it that way.”

“It will
hurt your lover,” he informs me with a malicious smile. “If you will not
cooperate, then we will torture him.”

“How?” I
challenge him.

“His wings,”
he indicates to the necklace lying on the floor, “contains a link to him.
They’re still connected even though they’re not attached. If you hurt one, then
you hurt the other.”

“You’re
insane.” I act like his notions are ridiculous.

“Want to
test it out?” he picks it up and places his hands on either end like he’s about
to twist it or break it in two.

“No!” I
scream, terrified that what he says is true.

Games up.
I lost this match. Sugar snaps!

“What are
you?” he asks again patiently. He takes a chair and places it in front of me.
Then, he sits down, folding his legs and hands as they rest on his leg. He’s
acting like this is a normal conversation over tea with a friend.

“Can I
have some water, please?” I’m trying to buy some time to get away.

“After
you answer my questions,” he answers.

“Are you
going to let me go after I do?”

“It
depends on if I like your answers.” He smiles sweetly at me. “What are you?”

“A girl
who is starting to get pissed off that you keep asking me that, like I’m a
freaking alien or something!” I scream it at him. I close my eyes and take a
deep breath to calm down when I feel a slap across my face. My eyes dart open
and I glare at him angrily. I taste blood on the side of my mouth. He stares at
the wound and I see a light bulb go off in his eyes. He grins wickedly at me
and then produces a switch blade from his pocket.

“Let’s
see how much of a pissed off girl you really can be,” he mocks me and then
plunges the knife into my hand, impaling it into the arm of the chair I was
gripping. My eyes bulge open in shock and horror and I want to scream, but I
tell my nerves not to feel anything and my hand goes dead of feeling. I’m so
glad right now that I’m a freak.

He
watches my expression change with amusement and then looks lethal again when I
don’t scream out. I drum the fingers of my other hand on the arm of the chair.
Acting like I’m bored with this act.

“Where
are your wings?” Cerviel demands of me.

“I don’t
have any wings you freakin’ lunatic. I’m just a girl.” I start laughing because
my hand not responding to being impaled is a pretty sure sign that I am not
human. I feel psychotic in the moment. I think shock is setting in and I cannot
control it. I just continue to laugh at him.

His face breaks out in uncontrolled
angry grimace and then he pulls the knife out of my hand and plunges it into my
chest. I feel it tear through the arteries of my heart. I’m so shocked he did
it that I stop breathing, which ends my laughter.

“Go and find her brother,” I hear him
bark at someone before I black out again.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Kristin R. Campbell currently lives in Utah with her husband and two children. She is prior military and has pursued Religion, History and Legal Studies before finally settling with a Bachelor Degree in Criminal Justice. She is a self-proclaimed workaholic, who also loves hiking, traveling, spoiling her babies and, of course, reading and writing.